Buzzsaw (Short Story) - 1/25/2021 10:30:17 AM
An interesting way of showing the difference between the way that boys play war and the reality. Unfortunately, as is usually the case with war stories, the Americans led by the iconic Buzzsaw could do no wrong, and, although they retreated after their initial damage to the German regiment, seem to suffer no casualties. That "Battle of the Bulge," when the Germans stopped their retreat and attacked in the Ardennes was one of the most costly to the Allied troops and particularly to Americans who were still very green.
One technicality. Largely based on experience growing up outdoors and midwinter. There always was a warm front first bringing moisture from as far south as the Gulf of Mexico. But every few days a cold front would come down from the Arctic. Upon overrunning the warm moist air, rain would begin to fall, and then, as it grew colder, snow. It was only the next day when the temperature could drop well below zero that the rain that had seeped into the cracks in the bark of trees, not the snow, would suddenly freeze and expand creating a loud "cracking" sound that could be considered sounding like gunfire. I've heard it many times out in the woods while hunting.
Ron
Buzzsaw (Short Story) - 1/23/2021 3:58:29 AM
The ravages of war infiltrate everywhere. Your story captures reality in that ravine whether it's dialogue, tactical maneuvers, or precise details.
Stars (Short Story) - 1/16/2021 4:03:21 AM
A beautifully written story about a friendship that didn't blossom into romance, buy may have.
From the Deer Stand (Poetry) - 1/1/2021 12:19:22 PM
My girlfriend has a stand on her 15 acres and is out there with gun or arrow and is always happy to get some meat to save for future meals and revels in cooking it up to perfection, but we all are not hunters, to her it is just something that makes her happy...pretty write, JD...-e-
From the Deer Stand (Poetry) - 12/31/2020 9:17:28 AM
I never shot a deer in my three seasons out on the stand waiting for a buck to come by. But, I found that I observed nature operating at its finest as it transitioned from the glory of all color into the frigid snowscape of winter.
Ron
